That's the other side of midnight
& I will let you know...

An atheist heart pulsates
beneath her undone skirt hemline...

As he juggles his pain
to entertain the audience...

If i could for one tiny sweet moment
change the course of the rivers...

What I appreciate & devour is this darkness...
as if I could stand when I can't recognize...

Lying wordless
the hours fall...

I am announcing myself
to winter again...

Only the fire knows the distinctions between you...
our favorite element from Monday to Monday when we...

Her pain might be collective:
she suffers, he suffers...

She fears
what she writes...

She opened the door,
slicing the morning...

When rain is scarce
& dust crawls closer...